The air vibrated with a raw, predatory electricity as Shen Yu loomed over the Matriarch, his presence so heavy it felt as if the gravity in the room had doubled. Meng Yan's breath came in ragged, shallow hitches, her hazel eyes trembling as they tracked the thick, vein-pulsing length that hovered just inches above her core. The scent of Lixue's surrender was still sharp, but as Shen Yu's shadow swallowed her whole, it was replaced by the overwhelming heat of his Primordial Yang.
Schlick... Squelch...
Shen Yu didn't move immediately to claim her. Instead, he took his hand and smeared the lingering essence from his tip across her lower belly, a slow, deliberate mark of ownership. "You've watched long enough, Yan'er," he growled, his golden eyes narrowing. "You've tasted me with your tongue, but now I want to see how the Nine-Yin Lunar Phoenix handles the full weight of my fire."
